Her Surfer

Her dress was thin
But she felt no chill
The seagulls carried on
With their trills

The sand was gray
With a shine or two
Covered with
Some morning dew

The sun it rose
Slow and steady
But for this day
She was not ready

Tears somehow
Etched into her face
Today there was no
Good time or place

She walked the shore
And stared at the waves
The same ones
That took him away

She held a bottle
With her note
The one her heart
Surely wrote

She sent it off
Into the sea
So maybe
He would somehow read

Her love for her surfer
Would never dent
Especially on
The anniversary of his death